She's recovering in Lindon. While her physical wounds had healed, the darkness was still there. It was like it had seeped inside every part of her very being. Into her pores, her bones, her blood... her mind. She half expects to see Sauron out of the corner of her eye, lurking in the shadows. She knows why he had stabbed her the way he did - purposely missing her heart. He had hoped to infect her with the crown, hoped that he could change her and make her his. But he hadn't expected how strong her will was.

She's restless as she paces her room. Her hand constantly going to Nenya, needing to make sure that the ring was still there. She wants to be back out there, ready to fight. Looking for Sauron again. Because she can't stop, she doesn't know how to stop. She had lost so much - Finrod, Celeborn, Halbrand... if she stopped fighting what would she have? She no longer knows how to sit still, she's lost the ability to feel at peace. She knows she wouldn't be happy. Even if she returned to Valinor, she wouldn't be happy. How could she be? She felt so alone.

There is a part of her that now thinks she may never be truly happy, never healed. She feels lost, more so now than ever before.